Beast Tamer
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
However, on a mountain not far from here, a man was sitting cross-legged on a stone and saw the scene below where the devilry cultivators were attacking the mercenaries and the two children. Hence, he took the flute from his waist and started blowing into it.
The leisurely tones drifted out from the movement of his fingers, and the sound of the flute was as crisp and pleasant as pearls falling onto a jade plate, it was also like water flowing gently through a stream. It was just that the tune didn't sound like an ordinary rhythm.
When the sound of the rhythm spread through the air, the devilry cultivators and the injured mercenaries below couldn't help but be startled. Who would play the flute in a place like this?
They involuntarily stopped fighting and tried to figure out where the sound of the flute was coming from. However, the sound of the flute seemed to be floating in the air and echoing through the sky, just nowhere to be found.